I just want the truth. Why?
Because, I'm addicted to it.  Without the truth, we are animals.  Trust me.

How is she?
She loves you beyond comprehension.  Your prescription, is where she works.  Go to her.

I'll always love you, I hate hurting you.
Then why are you?
Because I'm selfish.  And I think I'll be happier with her.
You won't.  You'll miss me.

There's a moment, there's always a moment.  I can do this, I or can resist it.  You may not remember when your moment was, but I bet there was one.

Fancy her?
Of course.  But you more.
Why?
You're a woman, she's a girl.  She has the moronic beauty of youth, but she's sly.

Bloke wrote a book.  It's about you.
Some of me...
What did he leave out?
The truth.

I love you, why won't you let me love you?
I love trouble.

What were you doing in New York?
You know.
No I don't. Studying?
Stripping.

It's paradise.  All my nasty habits amuse her.

Everyone has a euphemism.
What would my euphemism be?
She was disarming.
That's not a euphemism.
Yes it is.

....CLOSER.

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